Funeral Blues

Funeral Blues

by W.H. Auden

Stop all the clocks; cut off the telephone. Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone; Silence the pianos, and with muffled drum Bring out the coffin; let the mourners come.

Let the aeroplanes circle, moaning, overhead, Scribbling in the sky the message He is Dead; Put crepe bows ‘round the white necks of the public doves; Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.

He was my North, my South, my East and West, My working week and my Sunday rest, My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song; I though that love would last forever; I was wrong.

The stars are not wanted now; put out every one; Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun. Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood, For nothing now can ever come to any good.

Classes are starting to get intense. Tests and quizzes are being given. Presentations and projects are being assigned. I know this can all feel like so much and be so overwhelming. It's ok to cry. It's ok to hate it. But just know that no matter what your brain says, you are amazing, wonderful, and you can do this! It's going to be hard. But you can do it regardless. School is meant to be hard. It's hard for everyone. Don't let your brain lie to you and tell you that you're the only one struggling to keep up and balance it all, because you aren't.

You got this!!!!!

Also, you deserve a little treat for doing so well!

is it really sunday evening again didnt this happen like a week ago

you put the peeps in the chili pot and add the m&ms you put the

there is nothing wrong with being mediocre. there is nothing wrong with not being the best at everything you do. there is no guilt in doing the bare minimum because you have no energy to do more than that. “living your life to the fullest” can mean different things for you at different times in your life. sometimes, it is achieving your goals and fulfilling your purpose, and sometimes, it is allowing yourself to rest and just get through it.

you deserve the space to simply be. to exist, to witness, to breathe, and to find peace.

i come from a long line of unreliable narrators